there are things here i've never seen before, the things i've seen are gone. what happened here? this place is foreign now, where is he? where is he? it's not real without him here, where could he have gone? what happened here?
what do i feel, this pounding in my head, this ache from nowhere? that wet warmth around my face, what is that salty iron smell? what is this i feel, this oozing, it's thick. is it blood? what happened here?
the stars are clearing and i can see more now, what happened here? what am i seeing, what is all this mess? where is he? what are these things? i can't figure out why i'm seeing these things, these strange things don't belong. in my home these things weren't around, am i in my home? this is my home but what happened here? where is he and why does it hurt? where is the blood coming from, is it from me? and where have these things come from, these strange things?
can it really be that there's no one else here but me? how to explain this mess that has happened here, the blood on my face, gathering my hair in sticky clumps, these strange things everywhere, where is he? what is that in the corner, why does mount olympus appear in my kitchen? lily pads on the counter tops? rainbows of tampered color everywhere i look? and from atop my beautiful table, my beautiful table which is now an elephant's back, there is this little ducky that looks like a punk rocker staring at me.
where is he?
i haven't done something like this in a while! back in action with my chickadees at indie ink, and this was my take on my prompt from carrie
promt: there is this little ducky that looks like a punk rocker staring at me...to see how ixy tackled my challenge, be sure to check her out!